Papa-God made a promise to me years back.

And this was it.

“There will always be a pink dawn.”

Always.

Dawn comes, always.

Even when clouds cover,

It comes.

Even when night stretches dark and seemingly endless,

Dawn comes, always.

And the pink ones are my favourite.

Especially in the winter.

When the sun sleeps in late and then rises slow,

Blushing till it’s pink all round the edges,

As if embarrassed by her tardy appearance.

But she still rises.

Always.

Let the morning bring me word of Your unfailing love,

For I have put my trust in You.

Psalm 143:8

Unfailing love

See it,

In the pink dawn.

Faithfulness.

See it,

In the slow rise,

The blushing rim.

Always.

Always love.

Always faithful.

 

That’s how I rise.

With a promise

Holding on.

Hope.

In the dawn.

Because there will

always be a pink dawn.

There will always be

a reason to hope.

There will always be

Unfailing love.

There will always be

This Faithful Friend,

Constant as the sunrise,

Sure as this new day.

This always,

This is where I settle in.

This always.

This is where I am sure.

Sure He hasn’t forgotten.

Sure His mercies are new.

Sure his faithfulness rises

With me.

This day.

And always.